Mina

It's winter. Siang panas terik dan malam sejuk sangat.. Sakit kepala berdenyut2. I could only imagine how it was for men yang pakai kain ihram sahaja..

Atas sebab-sebab yang tertentu, di Mina, kami tidak duduk di khemah moden ber-aircond yang disediakan. Kami duduk di khemah sendiri di tepi jalan.

Khemah moden yg ada tu di Mina tu dia assign ikut negara. Kalau tak silap, Asian countries jauh dari jamrah. Sepanjang jalan penuh dengan orang, nak ke jamrah memang traffic jam! Kami yang berkhemah sendiri ni memang agak dekat dengan jamrah, but I learned that hidup merempat tepi jalan memang mencabar:

• We slept under the stars most of the nights during Hari Tarwiyah. We braved the cold wind, and the road was very noisy. 24 jam jalan penuh dengan orang pegi balik ke tempat melontar. Bila ada "VIP" cars nak lalu, dengan honk nya, dengan security personnel nya guna hailer suruh orang bagi jalan.. Jalan dusty and people littered.. so penuh dengan sampah walaupun tong-tong disediakan.. We had to breathed that air in.
• Kami juga kena guna the communal/public toilet. Kena banyak bersabar, some people do not understand the concept of queueing, macam nak histeria bila the entry was so crowded and blocked that people could not get out.. isk isk, sedih tengok. Gaduh-gaduh berebut, dia tempik apa-apa kita tak faham Arabic. And banyak orang banyaklah ragamnya... malas nak ingat pasal toilet.
• When it rained in Mina... it rained cats & dogs. Lebat for 2 hours, macam nak banjir. Tengok air yang mengalir tengah jalan tu, bawak sampah sarap, macam tengok video tsunami (but in smaller scale, of course). Security personnel pun dah kelam kabut, 2-3 orang siap tumpang khemah kami. Macam tak percaya lak nak kena hujan di sana. Basah baju dan beg2.. terus demam, tapi kena terus machokan diri.
  

I kept reminding myself that "this is going to be over" and I just "need to go through it". Nonetheless I suppose that was only a little taste of what it's like to be homeless, indigent, in war zones or disaster areas.

Yang bestnya dapat bercampur gaul (no hanky panky) dengan orang-orang dari negara lain. Kadang-kadang diorang tumpang khemah group kami, kadang-kadang dia tolong kita jaga barang masa pegi melontar, or pegangkan tiang kemah yang bergoyang masa ditiup angin.

Yang kelakarnya pulak, tak boleh nak bersembang. It's really amusing to see my brother trying to converse with an Arab using sign language. How sporting.

I learned a lot of things there. You see people of all kinds, and in all arrangements. Ramai juga yang datang dengan family, dengan kids and babies nya, berkhemah tepi2 jalan tu. I was amazed the children didn't seem to be bothered much by the many inconveniences. We hardly saw babies crying.

Masjid ada di situ, so saya dan mak solat di masjid. Ramai yang solat di tepi khemah sahaja. Bila masuk waktu, jalan memang penuh dengan orang solat, tak boleh celuih! Di masjid selesa, tapi penuh dengan manusia. Some people didn't put up tents, instead, they permanently stayed in the masjid the whole Hajj time! I suppose this is especially for mother with kids.

Cerita melontar later..

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